Turning seasons

In summer we spoke pretty words
While sitting under a gentle sky,
Hands intertwined and
Hearts connected.

In autumn we kissed under
Falling leaves, swirling in
The wind, like the butterflies
Inside me.

In winter we made constellations
With our hands, Orion glimmering
And Taurus sparkling, each a
New page in our tale.

In spring you moved away,
And in the process shattered
My heart like glass,
Shards lost.

It’s summer again, yet
I still haven’t learned
To live without
Your hands,
Your lips,
You.

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